Chapter 185： The Guan Gong Palace is on fire!

Remember [www.novelhall.com] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!

Chapter 185 Guan Yugong is on fire!

The Guan Gong Palace is on fire!

"Don't fight for any throne anymore, let's leave together?" Duan Yurou knew that this was a luxury, but she couldn't help but say that as long as she stayed in the imperial city, she could not feel at ease for a moment.

"Zizi will temporarily give up the throne... 梓 ,, follow me back." The night 宵 宵 梓 梓 梓 梓 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Heart, cool down, Duan 梓 softly and quietly withdraw from the embrace of the night, the twilight is cold and waveless.

"The throne and the soft, you can only choose one. If you can't give up the imperial power, then let the soft stay here quietly, and don't appear again in the future. At least, you can no longer be afraid of you." Duan Yurou Hearing the meaning of the night, he was indifferent.

"Yurou, you believe in the husband, one day, the husband will replace the night game, become the dragon in the people!" The night child excitedly stepped forward, and when he wants to stretch his hand, he feels cold and cold. Suddenly turned back, the cool dagger has arrived in front of him, the night of the shackles, the dagger fierce ###了白玉古琴.

"Jing Wang wants to be a dragon among people is not impossible, but it is really not easy. Of course, if King King is long enough, he can live to death at night, and when the night is dead, Jing Wang still has a good chance. However, I am quietly hearing that the night game is taking the medicine of immortality. Can King King live the game for the night, but I don’t know!” With the elegant moonlight, Yao Mozhen’s standing in the black robe There, the evening wind picked up her blue silk, swaying the fine waves, especially the black crepe on her face, which would be the mystery of Yao Mozhen.

"Who are you?" The night child was alert to Yao Mozhen, and his body was in front of Duan.

"When someone asks this question in the past, meditation will say that it is not important to me. But Jing Wang asks this question. Meditation can tell you who I am is very important. As long as I am there, King Jing can’t sit on the dragon in this life. The chair, because of the Ming dynasty in the eyes of the Lord, there are others." Yao Mo 婉肆 unscrupulously open, its potential is unsightly.

Even if he couldn’t feel Yao Mo’s internal strength, the night scorpion was still shaken by the momentum that she had dissipated. With that pair of eyes, he could hardly resist it. He didn’t even dare to look at Yao Mozhen because it’s in the eye. The edge seems to have the power to destroy everything, making people feel cold.

"Why are you so sure?" The night child barely pressed his guilty conscience and screamed.

"With meditation on the departure of King Jing, the letters of the forged King Jing and Yao Zhenting are hidden in Jing Wangfu. If the meditation is not wrong, these letters have now fallen into the hands of the night game. When I came to King Wang, Wang Ye couldn’t go back.” Yao Mo’s belly smiled softly, using the opportunity of Yao Zhenting’s rebellion to involve the night, this is a trick she had long thought of. The so-called 螳螂 螳螂 蝉 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

"What! The emperor will not believe it!" The night son slammed his heart under the shock, and the sword eyebrows tightly into the Sichuan word.

"The emperor does not believe that it is one thing. The emperor pretends to believe that it is another matter. King Jing is also considered to be in a state of ecstasy in the DPRK. If you can take this opportunity to eradicate your own heart, do you think that the night game will choose not to believe? Or will pretend to believe "Yao Mozhen hits the nail at a pinch. In fact, when Yao Mozhen said the forgery of the letter, the night son knows that he is a hundred secrets, and the general trend has gone."

"Who are you doing this?" The night child stared at the woman in front of him, and he whispered coldly. At this moment, he suddenly felt like being a chess piece.

"Meditation can only tell King Jing, even if this meditation does not shoot, Jing Wang will not be able to get what he wants. When the five dragons were killed, how fierce they could survive from the **** waves, the night game is a general The generations? With the strength of your hands in the King of Kings, you can’t resist the iron-blood corps that the night hunters practice privately!” Yao Mo sneered at his nose and disdain.

"Iron Blood Corps?" The night child was shocked and looked at Yao Mozhen.

"It turned out that Wang Ye didn't even listen to it, but he calmly said this and said goodbye." Yao Mozhen dropped this sentence. When he was about to turn around, he suddenly saw the night squat and raised his sleeve. The next second, Yin The snow is already standing in front of him, with three silver needles in his hand.

"There can be such a hidden guard, the girl is not a mortal. I don't know if the girl wants to protect the person is not a night?" If the status is low, even if there is more money, please don't miss the top guard. The woman in the night dress is obviously above the Lingyun.

"Since Wang Ye has already been out of the game, the matter in the bureau has nothing to do with Wang Ye. It is better to take a look at the mountains and the sky. It is better to take the eyes of the people. Wang Ye is so self-sufficient." Yao Mo's eyes are like a blade, and the words are warning.

When Yao Mozhen left, the night child couldn't help but sigh, and there was no way out. At least, Yu is still around.

On the fifth day after Yao Xiangfu was copied, Jing Wangfu was also inspected, and Jing Wang was missing on the eve of the investigation. So far, there is no news.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again, just on the second day of the night of the night, the Guanyin Palace suddenly went into the water, the entire east wing seems to be a huge fireball, the flames skyrocketing, raging in the wind.

"Why haven't you come out yet? No, this palace has to go in!" Looking at the fire in the sky, Yao Mozhen was in a hurry, and the Jinpa in his hand had long been smashed by the shackles. Seeing that Yao Mozhen wants to rush in, Ting Yue desperately slammed it.

"Mother! This fire is too big, you can't go in! Liu Xing has brought people to save the prince, and the prince will not have something to do!" When Tingyue struggled to stop, Liu Xing had already carried the night to clear the fire. I rushed out.

"Liu Wake, how is he?" Seeing Liu wake up, Yao Mozhen rushed up when he boarded, and his footsteps were weak and weak, and he almost fell, especially on his face. He was deeply anxious in his anxiety.

"The niece is relieved, the prince is fine!" Liu Xing took the night and stepped into the Guanzhong Palace, and placed it on the chaise longue. Yao Mozhen then ran in, and Ting Yue closed the door with his backhand outside the door, so as to avoid the people who came to the fire to find clues.

"He is... is he asleep?" Except for a bit of blackening on the face, the hair is a little burnt, and the corners of the clothes are burnt out, the night is clear and even, and the face is calm, especially It was the action of the night Jun Qing’s subconscious overturning.

"Back to the maiden, when the slaves rushed in, the prince was wearing a coat of ice silk, so he was basically not injured." Yao Mozhen looked at Liu Xing, compared to the night Junqing, Liu Xing simply had no skin, the face could even Smell the smell of burnt.

"Tingyue!" Yao Mozhen immediately called Tingyue.

"Anniling?" Tingyue heard the sound of the door and looked suspiciously to Yao Mozhen.

"You immediately take Liu to wake up to see the royal doctor!" Yao Mo screamed. Just then, the sound of worship was suddenly coming out of the door.

"There is no such thing here, Tingyue, you remember, be sure to let the doctors diagnose the Liu Xing good health!" Yao Mo was dull and dignified, and looked at Liu Wing with distress.

At this point, the night game has already entered the door.

"Hey!" At the moment of the introduction of the night game, Yao Mo slammed into the arms of the night, and the tears flowed down.

"The emperor, the child is afraid, a big fire!" On one side, Tingyue quietly and silently supported Liu Xing to retreat.

"Let's take a good look!" Night Hyun held Yao Mo's snow shoulders in both hands, and looked anxiously. He was relieved when he determined that Yao Mozhen had no serious problems.

"What the **** is going on? How can it suddenly catch fire? Come on!" The night of the game was extremely gentle and Yao Moo helped to sit down and screamed.